[ Why are you like this, Flynn? Yuri grimaces, looking up at him from where he's digging through his bag, and throwing things on the floor. Oops, already forgot rule number two. ]

I could, but not with ice cream. Man, Flynn, if even castle food couldn't fix you...

[ Said lovingly, of course. ]

Hotdogs and... something. Saw some rice in the pantry, if that's still good.

[ There it is. He finds a hairtie and pulls his hair back. It's too humid to cook with his hair down. He stands up without putting anything away ]

I'll be back, hopefully with food.